"the girls...circa 1995"
I went to high school at a small, private, Christian, school.
Our small school was nestled in an even smaller town.
No Starbucks, no shopping mall...not even a Taco Bell.
This meant that your friends would either make or break your high school years experience.
And let me tell you...I had a great time.
This weekend I found this picture at my mom's house while digging through a stack of old photos.
My life has been full of amazing women.
From a very small child meeting up with my life long sister friend Maria when we were just 18 months old in rural Alaska....
to third grade and being sat by my dear friend Britta on my first day of class....
to meeting the Mandy in fifth grade and being a part of each others most important moments for the past 23 years....
to Shelle and Julie joining my life in the seventh grade...
and all the women that I have since met as an adult that fill the patchwork quilt of friendship that I have wrapped around myself over the years.
These women fill me up.
I hold out my cup...and it runneth over with friendship, love, support, laughter.
I can't think of a more lovely way to go through life...
Thanks Mandy for yesterday, for once again filling my cup.
I can't think of a more lovely way to go through life...
Thanks Mandy for yesterday, for once again filling my cup.
I felt compelled to read this post. The photo drew me in. It's such a universal theme isn't it? I really wanted to read about your experience of small town life. Having moved around such a lot as a child I always had a secret hankering to have had the kind of experience that you had. It's kind of Mom and Apple Pie.
ReplyDeleteSniff...you are making me homesick!! That picture crystallizes it for me, too. Thinking about you this week!!
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